







i’ve been thinking about paul gauguins paintings all day.
that’s what small taschen books can do to you if you read them at 3 am in the morning.




it is monday morning and i’m trying to escape, at least mentally.
i need a small treehouse painted i gauguin-colors.
a small salamander-farm.
a pink ocean.
a shrink.

makes perfect sense.


basically im just expressing my love for artist/architect/director julian schnabels work.

men hursomhelst, jag är en sån som jämt ska hitta lösningar, trots hopplös livsinställning:
promenera i ljuset någon timme per dag.
man behöver tydligen det; ljus.